Carrying water from the stream to the house twice a day and sometimes even three times was a real headache.

My younger brother, Tim, and I emptied the jars into the bathtub, which was behind a plastic curtain in the corner of the living room. Mamma got behind the curtain to undress and take a bath in the tub.

In the summer, we usually bathed in the stream, but if the sun was blazing hot, we used the bathtub instead.

I was arranging the other water jars when my elder brother, Ricky, strode into the house and went directly to the curtain.

Pushing it to one side, he asked, “You done?”

“Yes, nearly,” Mamma replied.

I noticed that her long, blonde hair was clinging to her neck and back; her right leg was slightly in front of the other, inadvertently hiding her pussy; her hands were lathering soap on her thigh; and the water was trickling down her pink nipples.

“Please hurry up,” he added as he came near me and looked at the water jars.

“Judith, keep some water for your pa. He’ll bathe before leaving,” she said to me.

“Okay, Mamma.”

“And Ricky, don’t use all the water,” she warned him as she slightly bent her 5’9” body and lathered between her legs, with her voluptuous breasts dangling in full glory.

“Yeah, I won’t,” he answered, looking at her.

She drew the curtain back to its place and resumed her bath. After two minutes or so, she stepped out of the bathtub, picked up the towel lying on a chair, and started drying herself. While she was doing that, Ricky drained the bathtub, filled it again, and, taking off his clothes, threw them on the floor.

Mamma wrapped the towel around her waist, picked up her panties, shorts, and the top lying near the bathtub, and then Ricky’s clothes, and put them in the laundry basket as he began taking a bath, but without closing the curtain.

“You can use my shampoo. I forgot to buy yours,” she remarked, looking at him.

“Not shampooing today,” he replied as he lathered soap on his broad chest.

Mamma went to her room to put on her clothes. About five minutes later, Ricky stepped out with a towel around his waist and emptied the bathtub.

She came out of her room in a top and panties and said to Tim, “At least get your head wet.”

“Later,” Tim, who was stuffing a sandwich in his school bag in the kitchen, replied.

“You stink,” she told him.

“No, I don’t,” Tim answered, putting his arms around her and embracing her tightly.

Placing his hands on her shoulders over her top, he tilted his head and kissed her cheek.

“And don’t wait for your brother. You come home straight from school.”

“Yes, don’t wait for me. See you, Mamma,” Ricky said, lightly slapping Mamma’s ass over her panties.

Ricky, who was 20 and a year older than I, went off to work in a local garage. Tim, who was 18 and spent most of his time studying or running around Mamma like a puppy, went to school. I began mopping the bathtub area. Then I tidied the couch in the living room where Ricky slept, carried his pillow to my room, and arranged the bed where Tim and I slept.

A little later, I was helping Mamma, who was 41 years old, pack the sweaters she had knitted when Pa, 43, came out of his room in a T-shirt and pajamas. Standing behind Mamma, he leaned forward and tried to kiss her lips, but she pushed him away.

“You also stink,” she declared.

“Also? Who else stinks?” he wondered as he circled his fingers around her nipples poking from her top.

“Tim, who else?” she remarked, swatting his hands off her nipples.

“Isn’t it too small for you?” he inquired as he looked at her voluptuous breasts nearly bursting out of the tight top.

“Then why don’t you buy me a new one?”

“Nah. It looks just fine,” he said as he cupped her boobs and squeezed them.

“I’m hungry,” he announced, pulling her top up and exposing her tits.

She jumped to her feet from the chair and threw a ball of yarn at him.

“At night, you are so drunk that you can’t stand up. Now, when I’m working, you are hungry.”

“I meant food, you woman,” he remarked.

“It’s in the kitchen. Eat it,” she ordered as she sat down on the chair and resumed stuffing the boxes.

He went to the kitchen without saying a word and began making breakfast. After drinking coffee and finishing his breakfast, he went back to his room and called Mamma.

A little later, I heard the bed squeaking and “Ahh, ahh” in Mamma’s voice. I slowly got up and went to my room. I was lying on my bed when Mamma peeped inside the room.

“Is Pa here?” I inquired.

“No, he’s gone,” she replied.

Pa did odd jobs, sometimes working at a construction site, sometimes at a gas station, and sometimes moving legal and illegal stuff around. Today, he was going for two weeks to transport some items.

Mamma, on the other hand, knew a man in the nearby city who knew a designer. He told her what the designer wanted and provided her with all the necessary materials for knitting, and she created sweaters, scarves, socks, and any other items the designer requested.

She took up knitting as a hobby when she was 15 or 16, and years later, met the man’s wife, who convinced her to knit for money. However, Mamma didn’t earn much as the orders were few and far between.

Anyway, whatever she earned went on Pa’s booze or her clothes. Unfortunately, she didn’t earn much, so most of her clothes were second-hand.

Since I didn’t like school, I spent most of my time helping Mamma with household chores or knitting.

Tim came back from school late in the afternoon and went to Mamma, who was sitting on the couch in the living room and knitting a scarf while I was knitting a sock. He sat down beside her and, putting his arm on her shoulder, kissed her cheek and kept kissing it five or six times.

Finally, he got up to change his clothes and, as he was going, he grabbed my right tit and said, “Honk, honk.”

“Tim,” Mamma scolded him, but he just smiled.

Then he got down to do his homework and didn’t get up until Ricky came.

In the evening, Ricky and I were at the stream collecting water when he put his empty jar down and lay down on the grass.

“Come here,” he said, taking off his shorts.

“Why? What do you want?” I inquired as I lay down beside him, putting my head on his shoulder and my hand on his thigh.

“Help a brother.”

“Help how?” I queried as I turned my face and looked at him.

“Just do it,” he chafed.

“Somebody’s in a rush,” I remarked as I wrapped my fingers around his half-erect cock and began stroking it.

“Have you ever swallowed?” he wondered, slipping his hand under my top and cupping my breast.

“No.”

“Today you will,” he stated, pushing my head toward his raging cock.

Though I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it, I was intrigued.

I opened my mouth as he shoved it in. I began sucking my own brother’s cock. A few seconds later, he placed his hand on the back of my head and pressed my head as his cum hit my throat. I tried to lift my face, but he was gripping my head so tightly that by the time I finally succeeded in removing his thing from my mouth, almost all of his cum was already in my mouth.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I sat up and stared at him. He also sat up and, holding his cock, he knelt and squeezed the last drops into my hand. Grabbing his shorts, he went to the stream to wash himself.

I sat there holding his cum in my hand and the taste of his cum filling my mouth. Once he had washed himself, I also got up and, taking off my top and shorts, cleaned my whole body.

“How does it taste?” he inquired as we trekked back to the house.

“I don’t know. Salty, I guess,” I confessed.

“You need more practice. Don’t worry, I’ll make you practice more,” he assured me.

I didn’t say anything.

After dinner, which Ricky, who was a good cook, had made, Mamma and I were knitting, Ricky had gone to meet his friends, and Tim was listening to music on the radio with his head on Mamma’s lap.

“Stop it!” Mamma chided him as he planted a kiss on her crotch area over her shorts.

He nuzzled against her crotch area and kissed it once more. Raising her eyebrows, Mamma looked at me and sighed. He turned his body on his side and buried his face in her crotch area, and lay there with his mouth right on her pussy. Mamma and I continued our knitting. He then lifted his head and, putting his arms around her, parked his face on her voluptuous tits and kissed her nipples over her top.

“Don’t do all this. You’re a big boy now,” she told him, bending her head and kissing his cheek.

When she said that, he tightened his embrace and pressed his face against her boobs. She didn’t say anything as he lay there kissing her breasts over her top.

A little later, she told him to get up as she had to chop meat for tomorrow and change her clothes. Planting a kiss on her neck, he slowly got up.

Watching him do his antics, I shook my head and rolled my eyes. He caught me doing that, so he grabbed and squeezed my tit so hard that I let out a muffled scream. Mamma turned around and saw him crushing my tit with his hand over my top. She ignored us and went to her room.

To escape his grasp, I put my hand on his arm and brought my teeth near his skin. Scared that I might bite him, he immediately removed his hand from my breast.

I glared at him as I stood up and went to my room to change. He, of course, followed me and watched me wear an old top and panties. Like every night, I didn’t put on a bra. As I left the room, he also began changing.

In the summer, though we opened all the windows and the fans worked at top speed, the heat was unrelenting. To get some relief, the boys wore only boxers or briefs at night, while Mamma and I put on just tops and panties and no bras.

When Tim came out of the room, I noticed that his cock was standing like a pole in his boxers. He went to the kitchen and, putting his arms around Mamma, cuddled her 5’9” figure into his 5’10” body from behind. She slightly turned her head and looked at him as he placed his cheek next to her and pushed his erect thing into her panties.

She continued to chop the meat as he stood there with his arms around her flat and smooth stomach, his face touching hers, and his cock pressed against her panties.

After two or three minutes, he kissed her cheeks and removed his hands. Staying behind her, he adjusted his rock-hard thing and began walking to my room. I knew he was going there to masturbate.

A little later, Ricky came back from meeting his friends and sat down with a beer on the porch in only his boxers.

Just before going to sleep, I went to the toilet, which was outside the house. I was in there when I heard a knock and Ricky’s voice.

“What do you want?” I asked in anger.

“Open it,” he replied in a hushed tone.

“I’m peeing.”

“Open it,” Ricky repeated, but this time in a louder voice.

I quickly cleaned myself and flushed the toilet. When I opened the door, he barged in and pushed me back on the toilet seat. As I balanced myself, he took his cock out of his briefs.

“Are you crazy? Mamma will come,” I whispered.

“Do it. Go on. Do it quickly,” Ricky ordered, stroking his fully erect thing.

“No, I won’t,” I told him as I tried to get up.

He again pushed me and brought his cock closer to my mouth. I looked at his face and realized that he wasn’t going to leave me alone. Placing my hands on his bare ass, I took his raging thing in my mouth and began giving him a blowjob. He put his hands behind my head and started fucking my mouth.

Just when he was about to come, Ricky shoved his cock deeper into my mouth and started filling it. I tried to move my head, even attempted to push him away with my hands, but he didn’t let go. He looked at me as I gulped down each and every drop as fast as I could because I was scared of choking on his cum.

He took my hand and squeezed the last drops on my fingers, and then watched as I put my fingers in my mouth and licked them clean. I got up and left him there.

In the morning, I was making breakfast, and Mamma was ironing Tim’s shirt when Ricky woke up. He got up from the couch in the living room, and I saw that his thing was awake, too, and its whole shape was visible under his briefs. He saw me looking at it and gave a smile.

He went to Mamma and, taking the iron from her, put it on the board and hugged her from the front, placing his hands on her ass over her panties and burying his broad chest into her voluptuous breasts and his cock into her stomach.

“I’ll make beef stew for dinner, so don’t be late,” Mamma said to him, putting her hands around his neck and staring into his blue eyes.

“Wait for me,” he replied as he cupped and pressed her ass, making her stand on her toes.

“I can’t. It’s first come, first served.”

“No, it isn’t. I’ll be served whenever I want,” he stated, looking at her.

“Okay, your highness. You’ll be served whenever you want,” she remarked as she kissed his nose and went back to standing on her feet.

“Sorry. Gotta go. Gotta take care of something,” he said, removing his hands from her ass.

“Yes, I can feel that. Go,” she smiled as she stepped back.

He left for the toilet to take care of his morning wood. She, meanwhile, started shouting at Tim to get up.

When he finally woke up, she was sitting on a chair waiting for him. He came and, holding the ends of her top, lifted it to her neck and put his face on her bare boobs, and hid the top of his face under her top.

“Get up, or you’ll be late, and Ricky will shout at you,” she told him, lightly slapping his thigh.

As she did that, her hand brushed against his cock straining under his boxers. But instead of removing her arm, she placed it across his groin, so now her arm was touching his thing.

He removed the top from his face and, keeping his eyes closed, began kissing her tit while he cupped her other breast. He was kissing her pink nipple when Ricky returned after brushing his teeth and washing his face. He slowly walked up to Tim and pinched his thigh hard, making Tim jump in pain. He punched Ricky in the back, but Ricky just laughed.

Ricky went to my room to change, and Tim went to the toilet. Both of them got dressed and left the house, but not before Tim kissed Mamma’s cheeks at least four or five times.

When they returned in the late afternoon, the first thing Mamma asked them to do was to go with me and get water from the stream. While Tim was filling the water, Ricky took off his shorts and looked at me. I pointed with my head to indicate that Tim was there.